The Regent is not dead yet

Almost at the same time, Zhu He, who was sitting in Zuichun Building and was supervising Xiangjin's payment, sneezed loudly.

Xiang Jin stopped touching the money from his sleeve, turned around and frowned: "Have you caught a cold?"

Zhuhe looked eagerly at the few ingots of gold on the table, rubbed the tip of his nose: "Definitely not, most likely there is a villain secretly plotting against me behind my back, God can't stand it."

Xiangjin: "..."

Xiang Jin sighed softly, sent the shopkeeper away, and said to Zhu He: "No, God sees you... very pleasing to the eye."

Zhuhe: "?"

Zhuhe was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he stretched out his sinful palm: "Then can God give me some money? Two hundred gold ingots will do."

"No."

Xiang Jin stood up: "God said, if I gave you money, you ran away."

Zhu He: "..."

Then this God really knows He He quite well.

Zhuhe, who was still penniless after searching all over his pockets, got up together behind Xiangjin, rubbed his round belly, raised his heels behind Xiangjin, stared for a long time, but couldn't find anyone who could steal the money. place.

And Xiangjin just turned around at this moment, and said peacefully: "You follow me back to Yanshan."

Yanshan is exactly where the Regent's Palace is located, and it is also the site that Zhuhe once chose for himself. It has a strong aura and is very suitable for recuperation and rest.

Originally, Zhu He was going to die in Yanshan, but who would have thought that Yan Rong would suddenly tease him with all his strength every day, and Zhu He couldn't stand it in advance, and died on the spot before he even had time to go to the palace.

Meeting Xiang Jin's eyes, Zhu He quickly shifted his gaze guiltily, and said, "What are you doing back to Yanshan...the palace can't live anymore."

"It's not a palace. I have an incense temple in Yanshan. If you want, you can practice with me in the temple."

The rosary in Xiangjin's hand turned a few times, "Ahe, I have been waiting for you for a long time, and I want you to ascend as soon as possible and become a Taoist companion with me."

Zhuhe pondered the logic for a while: "Then if I don't ascend, can't I become a Taoist partner with you?"

Xiangjin's movements rarely stopped for a few seconds, and an unnatural expression floated across his expression.

He paused, and said helplessly: "If you can't ascend, when we practice dual cultivation... I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. But if the road to ascension is really difficult, I will think of other ways..."

"Stop, stop—!"

Zhuhe interrupted Xiangjin's words with horror on his face, his head was like a rattle, "I will not form a Taoist partner with you, nor will I practice dual cultivation with you, and I will definitely not be the next one!"

Xiangjin: "..."

After all, people who practice Taoism will not speak casually like Zhuhe.

Xiangjin was blocked by Zhuhe for a few words, so he had to sigh: "We can talk about this later. Zhuhe, your cultivation base has been unstable recently, and the aura in the human world is even thinner. Yanshan is the best part of the Dali calendar. place, don't mess around. What's more, I've been waiting for you for several years, so I won't lie to you."

"But I only like your money, not your people."

Zhu He raised his head sincerely, "I have agreed in advance that even if I go to Yanshan with you, I will not be your Taoist companion. It is your honor to fight birds with meat buns."

Xiangjin: "..."

After a long time, Xiangjin's lips, which were rarely curved, slightly curved: "Ahe, you are really interesting, no wonder I like you so much."

Zhuhe: "?"

Xiangjin turned around: "Let's go."

The lights in the streets and alleys of Yandu City have already been turned on.

Zhuhe cheated Xiangjin of a lot of money again, bought a few packs of snacks, walked and ate them, and looked around.

After walking two streets, Zhuhe couldn't help but put away his snacks, and tugged at Xiangjin curiously: "Why are there so many guards? Usually there are so many people?"

Xiangjin's expression was calm, he followed Zhuhe's eyes and forgot to glance, then looked away: "I'm looking for you."

Zhuhe: "?"

Zhu He knocked a few melon seeds: "Farewell, my body is in the East Palace."

Xiangjin looked down at Zhuhe, with a smile in his eyes: "Yes, at your current age, no one will associate you with the regent."

Zhuhe clicked his tongue and quickened his pace a little.

Although the number of guards has increased significantly, there is not even a missing person posted on the entire street.

Zhuhe and Xiangjin also went out of the city smoothly. It seemed obvious that the adults were leading the young boy who was not yet an adult, so they were released amidst the crowd without further interrogation.

The time was getting later and later, and the time for the enthronement ceremony, which was about to start in the early morning, was getting closer.

The brightly lit Yandu City seemed to be never at night. Groups of palace guards with knives searched from the shops in the east of the city to the west of the city, and finally arrived at the Drunken Spring Building.

It was already late at night, and only the kitchen helpers were left in the Drunken Spring Tower preparing the dishes for tomorrow morning.

A group of guards with knives in silver armor knocked on the door of the restaurant, and the blade of the cold light seemed condensed and cold in the night.

The shopkeeper was awakened from his sleep by the back kitchen helper, his face was so terrified that he didn't even have time to put on his clothes, he hurried to the front shop and said in multiple voices: "This... the official is here at this time..."

The guard interrupted him, and rolled out a picture from his hand: "Have you ever seen this man?"

The shopkeeper hurriedly looked at the painting.

At this time, most of the freehand brushwork is popular in the market, and there are few and rare meticulous painters.

However, the meticulous painting in the hands of the palace guards is extremely detailed, even every strand of hair seems to be outlined in ink one by one.

The portrait still smelled of ink, and the person in the painting was half lying on a glazed beauty couch. His facial features were glamorous and almost demonic, but there was a vague innocence in his eyes.

He was lazily holding a peeled and translucent lychee in his mouth, but he refused to swallow it properly. His sleepy eyes didn't know where to look, and the teardrop mole under the corner of his left eye became more and more breathtaking.

The shopkeeper was stunned.

The guards in the palace have searched for a whole night, and their patience is about to run out. In addition, many guards simply feel that this mission sent by the new emperor...

How can a dead person be resurrected.

"Haven't seen it?!"

The guard rolled up the painting impatiently, gestured, and was about to turn around and walk out.

But the shopkeeper seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and hurriedly shouted: "Wait, wait! The officer stays! This man——can you let me have another look at the portrait?"

The guard frowned and turned around, but pulled the painting away again.

The shopkeeper looked at it carefully for a while, with a puzzled expression on his face, and said in a puzzled way: "This... the official, I don't know if I can ask a question, and this person is drawn... but the current regent..."

"You shouldn't ask, don't ask too much."

The guard's voice was cold, "This is not someone you can inquire about, be careful to lose your head."

"Yes Yes Yes--"

The shopkeeper hurriedly stopped talking, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I have never seen this young man in the picture, but during dinner today... a [-] or [-]-year-old rich boy came to the small shop." son."

The guard immediately lost interest: "It's not alone."

"Master, listen to the little one!"

The shopkeeper hastily took two steps forward: "The young man from a rich family covered the lower half of his face with his hood. But the eyes are very similar to the person in the painting... And, as I remember, the young man also has a black hole in the corner of his left eye. A tear mole."

The guard was taken aback.

Just as he was about to say something more, another messenger soldier under his command hurried over from the street and said loudly: "Deputy Marshal, General Lou has returned to Yandu! We are already outside the city, shall we go to welcome the general back to court first?" ?”

The author has something to say: Yan Rong: Fuck, where is the lonely corner?Is the lonely corner still there?

Lou Cang: It's long gone.

Xiangjin: It's long gone.

Hehe: What kind of corner is it?Can you sell it for money?

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More!Good night babies!

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感谢在2020-06-0723:20:28~2020-06-0922:06:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: ferry Lin Yongdu 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：单小屿10瓶；一2三4五6瓶；墨准安3瓶；小透明2瓶；追瓷、苏扶涂er1瓶；

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